i came here to party

gideon aaron crumb.
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brianna (my_wonderland) is the queen of all things awesome for coding this journal and making this drop box. all hail her mighty wonder!

( Private to Heath )

Spice girls? There are girls of spice, and I'm just learning this now.


( Private to the Weird Sisters, family, all friends of the Weird Sisters, and the lovely ladies of Quidditch. )

( Private to the Weird Sisters, Bee, Meghan, and other family members of the WS. )

( Private to Wilda Griffiths. )

( Private to the Indulgent Tart. )

ATTENTION.

Who wants to win free Weird Sister memorabilia? Autographs are included.

I know, I know. You all do. So, I'll make it easy.

Pick a number 1 - 5000, and the two that's closest will win something spectacular. And no, Heath. The prize is not any of your levitation models and what not. Or a lock of Myron's greasy slick hair - for all those fans that are into that type of thing.

Simple enough, right?

( Private to the Weird Sisters (Minus Heath) and all friends (minus Ophelia and Meghan) )

( Private to Penny Clearwater. )

( Private to The Weird Sisters and close friends - including a certain summer intern. )

Auntie Em, Auntie Em - - I mean Old Man Uncle Myron, Old Man Uncle Myron. We're not in Kansas anymore.

Heath and I are only Merlin knows where so....Merlin, Buddha, Queen Elizabeth, sexy neighbor girl, Gandhi, our brothers from other mothers WHOMEVER We don't have a clue where we are, so any help from any or all of the above would be greatly appreciated.

These people here speak martian for all I know. It's not French. That I can tell you it's not. French is a very sexy language, merci beaucoup. This all seems like gibberish. Heath, why didn't you become a linguistic like I told you too. Wait, I told Orsino to do that. Or was it Herman. Merlin's beard, I can't remember. IT DOESN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW.

Help?

And...Wilda, love. Do me a favor, yeah? Check to see if Cassius is okay and feed him too until this is all sorted out. You're the only other person that he'll listen to. He might be temperamental since we didn't come back home last night, but you've calmed him down before. I think. TOO MUCH THINKING.

I don't read the Daily Prophet that often, but I'm very glad that I checked the new edition out today. Wilda, what a brilliantly said article. Barnaby just published the article. It was all your words If the paper was fully written by your wonderful words, then the Prophet would actually make more profit with a possible page written in hilarity by Rita Skeeter every so often. You know that she's an amusing read sometimes, even I have to admit it. I know that I would check it out more often.

Now, with your daily routine of exercise out in the open, don't be surprise to see packs and packs of blokes out there to get a good look at you at six in the morning, Wilda. Don't be afraid of the foam coming from their mouths. They're not rabid. They're only profusely drooling as they stare at your gorgeous arse.

( Private to Wilda Griffiths. )

( Private to the Weird Sister Collective. )

( Private to Valmai Morgan. )

Hello, all you beautiful people!

I know there's something that you all have been waiting for the entire day. News that you were on the edge of your seat with anticipation and checking your journal for every few seconds. Well, the wait is finally over! A special thank you for making the first annual win a date with a Weird Sister a huge success. There were be plenty of chances in the future, so don't fret if you didn't get picked.

DRUM ROLL PLEASE.

Well, pretend that there's a drum roll in the background. Orsino, you're failing here!

.....

CATRIONA URQUHART.

I know you're out there, you lucky woman. You've just won a date with THE Myron Wagtail! It will be the best night of your life.

( Private to Catriona Urquhart )

( Private to Myron )

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN OF AGE, BUT MOSTLY LADIES, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION.

Not over there. A little bit over. Right here.

Yes, beautiful. I'm talking to you. And you. And you, and most definitely you. I just need a moment of your time.

Have you ever said to yourself, "Hey, I've always wanted to go out with a famous person. Oh, even better, I want to go out with a Weird Sister"? Then, look no further!

Today is the first annual bid for a date with a Weird Sister day!

Now, I can hear exactly what you're screaming. You want to know who's first up for this spectacular event. It's the man with the golden voice, MYRON WAGTAIL.

He enjoys long walks in the beach, singing gorgeous women to sleep, helping you out rearranging your sitting room, and so much more! Not to mention that he's a snazzy dancer and bakes pie.

If you're interested, tell me why you should be the lucky lady to win an amazing, all day and night expenses paid date with THE Myron Wagtail. The only rules are you must be of age and not in the middle of school. I'll send you barely of age women in Herman's direction later Sorry to those girls! You'll be involved in future installments.


( Private to the Weird Sisters (minus Myron) and Bee. )

I've been listening to muggle music all for most of the afternoon. All are fantastic. Brilliant even.

But they all need more of one thing....

MORE BAGPIPES!

And now I'm off to buy a YELLOW SUBMARINE.

( Private to Myron )

( Private to Wilda )

( Private to Katie Bell; Readable by Lee )

You know, I should have gotten one of these journals sooner. They're brilliant, and I solely base my lack of it on Herman. MATE, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Seriously, you guys should have told me ages ago.

I was reading through a couple of entries the other day, and barely noticed that a woman squealed at the sight of me. Can't say I didn't notice her when he knickers were tossed against my face. As much as I liked it, her husband had a sour expression.

Saturday really can't get here soon enough.

( Private to all OF AGE Weird Sister friends, the Ladies of Quidditch, and the rest of the Weird Sisters )

( Gideon Crumb )